Introducing Bomo Age very very old Sex male Race high elf Weapon Powerfull staffs and spellcasting The door opens to the dark stormy night rewaling a roped figure. Moments later a lightning strikes the ground, and the roped almost stumble into the room. Looking straight forward he slowly crosses the floor towards the bar. It seems like he dosent notice that everybody stopped talking, and watchfull eyes follows every movement. The other wizards in the room feels the strong power erupting from this old man, and the figthers stare whit awe at the forcefield surrounding his entire body. He places a few septims on the desk, grab the nearest bottel and heads for a quiet dark corner. The bloddy gore on the large bag over his shoulder, send out some very familiar smells, it's filled whit rotten daedric hearts. He finds a chair in the darkest corner of the room, takes a huge drink of the wine, pull some daedric hearts out of the large bag, finds some empty vials in his pockets, grabs a number of comberry in a small bag, and eventually pull out his alchemy equipment. Minding his own and slowly whispering strange words, he starts to make restore magicka portions. Soon everybody have forgotten about this strange traveller, and the voices raises once again... (sorry for my gramma, but i think i do it better in english, then you would in danish ;) )
